Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

This battle was clearly not a life-or-death struggle; the two sides had only just exchanged blows. However, Ji Qiuming, from the very first move, seemed determined to fight to the death... This fighting style can only be described as insane.

The spirit's eyes gleamed brightly, and he had no choice but to forcibly restrain his strength to block Ji Qiuming's attack. Ji Qiuming's raw strength was clearly inferior to his. However, the spirit was still seriously injured, and forcibly restraining his strength had cut off his last breath. Coupled with Ji Qiuming's madman-like fighting style, he was temporarily suppressed.

After a few exchanges, both sides tacitly stopped fighting. The ghost, slightly out of breath, asked in a low voice, "I have no grudge against you, why are you fighting like this?"

“We’ve never played like this before.”

"Then why fight like this now?"

"We can win."

“We can win…” the ghostly creature sneered twice.

In the world of martial artists, winning does not guarantee survival, and survival does not guarantee winning.

"It seems you're also someone who has nowhere else to go. That makes sense; if someone didn't have nowhere else to go, why would they choose this path?"

The ghost returned to the futon, sat down, patted the futon beside it, and said, "Sit here for a while and give me everything I'm about to say. This concerns your first mission... and of course, your life, but it seems you don't care."

Chapter Eighteen Immortality

The spring rain pattered softly on the cold stone bricks of the cemetery.

A man and a woman stood in front of an unmarked tombstone.

The man had disheveled hair, an unshaven beard, and a slight hunch in his back. The corners of his mouth were always slightly upturned, as if everything in the world was quite amusing to him.

The woman wore a large black robe that covered her entire body. However, her general outline and height still revealed that she was a woman. She wore a ferocious golden mask and remained motionless.

This hideous golden mask... naturally belongs to Wang Qiushui, the goddess-level magician, a woman who once single-handedly intimidated the entire world.

The man held up an umbrella, only to shield himself from the rain. He could have easily stepped forward to shield Wang Qiushui from the rain as well, but he refused to move forward.

"What's wrong? Missing her again?"

The man's lips curled slightly as he looked at the nameless tombstone.

“If you had come to me a few years earlier, I might have been able to extend her life. But you came too late, and she didn’t believe me, so she ended up sleeping there forever. Now, you are the only one left who is pursuing immortality. Although I didn’t see it, I imagine that this woman probably said something embarrassing to you before she died: ‘I entrust my dream to you.’”

“…” Wang Qiushui was silent for a moment, then said, “She told me to see what the end of time is for her.”

"Oh." The man chuckled easily, "Then you're much more cultured than me. I admire you."

Dreams, and the end of time... these two are linked. For the dream of Wang Qiushui and the person lying in this grave is the same.

One of humanity's ultimate pursuits is immortality.

Short-lived beings often write inexplicable words, expressing the loneliness and solitude of longevity. However, loneliness and solitude are feelings that only those who have attained longevity can truly understand. Moreover, it is laughable for short-lived beings to try to understand long-lived beings with their own limited perspectives.

Wang Qiushui looked at the man and said, "Aren't you interested in immortality?"

The man asked, "Is it hard to believe?"

“Yes.” Wang Qiushui said frankly, “At least I find it hard to believe, Wenren, that you aspire to rule the world. I know that you will probably succeed in the end, establish a new order, achieve ultimate unification, and then use the technology at your disposal to carry out a great purge of the alien races, accomplishing a feat that even the God of War could not achieve. So, after you have done all this, are you content to die like this? Don’t you want to live and rule this world forever?”

“If I said ‘I want to,’ you would kill me.” The man’s expression was relaxed. He looked up and saw Wang Qiushui slightly startled. She was about to retort when the man interrupted her. “No need to deny it. Don’t think that a mask is enough to cover up your naive thoughts. If you’re stupid, then talk less. Your purpose in testing me was completely exposed in your words. Didn’t she teach you to talk less and act like an expert?”

The man raised his index finger to his lips and gave a gentle smile.

"Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't let anyone find out that you're actually an idiot."

"Wenren!" Wang Qiushui hissed, "If you're that smart, you should be able to guess why Marquis Mingxuan trusted me to stay behind alone to help you!"

“Of course I know,” the man laughed. “All our cooperation is based on the premise that you can kill me at any time, but that doesn’t mean I should be afraid of you.”

"If I were you, I would be more careful in considering my words!"

"I just warned you not to talk so much, especially things that will expose your lack of intelligence..."

".."

Both of them fell silent. Wang Qiushui, having been interrupted, naturally did not ask the previous question again. She gazed at the nameless tombstone, her mind filled with many memories.

Without a doubt, this is the tomb of Marquis Mingxuan. Her life came to an end, and at that time, she and Wang Qiushui found a man, hoping that he could prolong her life. However, she did not fully trust the man, and ultimately, amidst suspicion and hesitation, death came and took her life. A legend died anonymously.

Wang Qiushui and Mingxuan Hou both lived during the Second Alchemical Revolution, and they had both lived for a very long time. Although they had extended their lives through various means, death could still come at any time. Immortality was the most basic and common talent for the Primordial Race. However, for humans, it was something they could only dream of but never attain.

“She told me your story is full of doubts,” Wang Qiushui suddenly said. “Throughout history, only the God of War has killed the Earth Mother Goddess, and only he has succeeded. But you, Wenren, how did you kill the Red Emperor and inherit all his legacy?”

"I don't recall telling you I killed it," the man smiled. "Is it possible that I made some kind of agreement with it, and it handed over all its technology to me?"

Wang Qiushui gave the man a deep look.

“You never utter a single word of truth, Wenren. Your life must be quite pathetic.”

"On the contrary, I'm great."

"Stubborn people always lose a lot."

"I lost a lot because of the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin. What does that have to do with being stubborn?"

Wang Qiushui withdrew her gaze and said in a low voice:

"Today alone, I've had the thought of killing you seventeen times. You're too dangerous, Wenren."

"Oh?" the man asked curiously, "Seventeen times, that's quite a lot. So why don't you do it?"

".."

Wang Qiushui remained silent.

The man laughed again for no apparent reason, his tone casual as he guessed:

"You've fallen in love with me?"

"You think it would be better to work with me?"

"You can't bear to kill me?"

"Do you think what I need to accomplish is important?"

"None of that... So, what do you think would happen if you killed me?"

Wang Qiushui's pupils suddenly contracted, his killing intent surging, yet the man's expression remained unchanged.

"Look, you think that if you don't say anything and don't move, nothing will happen? You're so naive it's almost pitiful... It seems you're worried that killing me will cause some consequences. That's why you're not killing me, right? For example, that I'm the second God of War, a goddess messenger sent by heaven to truly defeat the alien races, and that if you kill me, humanity will never be able to defeat the alien races again..."

He suddenly gave a comical smile.

"I was just kidding."

Wang Qiushui finally dared not stay with this terrifying man any longer. She coldly left behind the words, "Contact me when you leave," and disappeared without a trace.

The man stood still, shrugged, closed his umbrella, and felt the spring rain falling drop by drop.

He smiled and praised:

"You have a keen intuition. Your feeling is right, but... not entirely."

"It's not about what will happen if you kill me, but rather that you...can't kill me."

"Is my dear First Ancestor giving you a hint? The Joker also told me that the First Ancestors were resurrected in different ways. Are you still resentful after death and want to overthrow me?"

"Ha ha.."

Chapter Nineteen: Embrace the Challenge Anytime, Anywhere

In early May, the Polya countryside was covered in snow and ice.

Fu Feihan had been here once before, during a midterm assignment last semester, at the end of October. In early November, Polya was unbearably cold, and now that it's May, he thought it would be better... but it's still the same, still tens of degrees below zero. While it's not exactly impossible to walk, it's probably impossible to work normally here.

Moreover, the opponent is also a top-tier martial artist with amazing mobility. In this situation, deploying other martial artists is indeed the best option. Otherwise, heavy firepower would be necessary, but it's clear that the opponent hasn't reached the point where heavy firepower is required.

As Fu Feihan pondered these thoughts, he put on a pair of oddly shaped glasses and looked around, only to see a vast white sky and a deathly gray world, with only Dong Qianlun's crimson outline visible beside him.

He is currently searching for fugitives with Dong Qianlun. The two of them are incredibly capable. Dong Qianlun was already among the strongest of the graduating seniors, and Fu Feihan is even more so; he single-handedly defeated the entire senior team before joining. Therefore, the two of them are working as a separate team to increase search efficiency.

As for these glasses, they are military equipment used to search for fugitives. With the help of magic, they can separate colors according to different temperatures and even have a certain see-through effect—of course, referring to the outline of the temperature.

This thing isn't difficult to use, but understanding it is somewhat challenging. Because of the perspective effect, it's hard to discern distances. Fortunately, Fu Feihan and the others have undergone basic training, so they can use it to some extent.

The two walked through the icy snow, each secretly channeling their inner energy to protect themselves. The wilderness around Polya was just that extreme... Of course, this was also because they weren't wearing proper cold-weather gear.

Because all—and I mean all—warm-up clothing will inevitably affect a martial artist's performance. Bodysuits are actually best suited for combat—in the most extreme cases, wearing nothing at all is even better. After all, reality isn't a game. How much defense do those outer and inner armor pieces offer? They're fine for low-level players, but at slightly higher levels, they seem completely useless, restricting movement and hindering joint flexibility.

When facing a top-tier opponent who may appear at any time, it is natural to maintain the best state for combat.

Therefore, when Dong Qianlun spoke, his voice trembled slightly.

"It's unimaginable how that fugitive could survive in such freezing weather..."

According to intelligence, the fugitive had been roaming in the wilderness, neither entering nor daring to enter the city.

The wilderness is nothing like the city; if someone got lost in Polya's countryside, they would freeze to death overnight. That's why there are some corny jokes about Polya, something like this.

Why are there no convertibles in Polya? Is it because the people there are poor?

No, it's because the people here haven't evolved into gorillas like you.

“He doesn’t need to be in a constant state of combat readiness like we are,” Fu Feihan said. “He might be wearing a lot of clothes.”

"I think so too..."

After that awkward conversation, the two fell silent again and walked in silence for a while. Dong Qianlun stopped, took out his glasses and glanced at them, but still couldn't find anything.

Perhaps feeling the atmosphere was too awkward, he spoke again, saying, "Speaking of which, do you know about the World Martial Arts Tournament? It's been making quite a stir lately..."

He paused, then said, "With your skills, you might be able to participate. Winning a prize is probably difficult, but making a name for yourself should be achievable. I heard that you can earn a lot of money just by wearing a team uniform with the advertisement printed on it and playing a match... Of course, the premise is that you have to play to a certain level... Do you want to participate?"

"If it were me in the past, I probably would have thought," Fu Feihan scratched the back of his head and laughed, "It would be interesting to compete with someone."

"So," Dong Qianlun said, "you're not participating now?"

“No.” Fu Feihan shook his head. “I want to participate now.”

This left Dong Qianlun somewhat bewildered. Fu Feihan's words were contradictory, and he couldn't quite understand what the other party was trying to say.

"..Why?"

"money."

"..." It took Dong Qianlun a long while to react and understand what Fu Feihan was talking about. He gave a wry smile and said, "That's a truly convincing answer..."

"Haha..." Fu Feihan chuckled. "I will still fight because it's fun, but I can't deceive myself. If I really participate in the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, I will definitely be there for the money, and enjoy the fight as a side activity."